Chronicles of Celestial Origins

The man in black robe was noncommittal: "Do you know what happened to Wu Qiushui, the daughter of the Wu family whom you rescued?"

Peng Xian felt dark in his heart. Since the three members of the Wu family were captured, the outcome can be imagined.

"She was abused to death by thirty strong men, her father was skinned alive, and her mother was stabbed three thousand times," the man in black robe said.

When Peng Xian heard this, he couldn't help but became furious.

The man in black robe said: "They all died because of you. This is the way of the world today. People are like ants, whether it is Xuanmen or Demon Sect, they are all the same. No one will cry out for the weak. This is human eating." The world of man.”

"Kill one Mo family, another Li family, kill the Li family, and the Chen family. They are the demons and monsters in this world. They can't be killed and destroyed. Only by breaking this world can we return the favor. The world is bright and clear.”

"You are the person we have been observing for three years and have unanimously agreed to invite to join the organization. We will not force you. The door is always open. You can come whenever you want."

Peng Xian said: "Can I take the liberty to ask, when did you join this organization?"

"Dawding 732."

"Do you have anyone else besides me?"

The man in black robe said: "No, our organization is still in a secretive state at present, and the staff is not very good. We are very strict about candidates. More than two-thirds of the staff must agree before we can contact him and invite him to join."

"Therefore, we have had very few personnel in the Xingang area for so many years because there are not many people who meet the requirements. And we need to go through a long period of observation, at least a three-year observation period, to ensure that this person is like-minded and absolutely reliable. "

"I have no intention of joining any organization at the moment. One day I may make the same choice as you. I can only promise that I will never reveal any information about you. I hope you will forgive me." Peng Xian was silent for a while and said.

"It doesn't matter, we have plenty of time. If you are willing, you can go to Fellow Daoist He and say goodbye at any time." The man in black robe said, his light rising.

Peng Xian saw him disappearing into the distance. He stood there for a while and then turned away. Within an hour or two, he came to a house in the east of Fengxian County. He saw a ruined house with broken tiles and broken walls. .

Hanging on the beam of the main entrance was a bloody and miserable corpse. It was an old man from the Wu family. At this moment, his entire human skin had been peeled off and placed completely at his feet.

It turned out that the monks from the Mo family learned that the incident started with the daughter of the Wu family, so they arrested the three members of their family. They thought that the perpetrator must be an old acquaintance or some relationship with them, so they tortured them and then let them go, saying that he was there. In their hands, they wanted to lure the perpetrator out.

Unexpectedly, Peng Xian was practicing cultivation in his mountain residence. He couldn't hear what was going on outside the window and knew nothing about it.

When the Mo family saw that he didn't show up, they hung the body of the old Mo family man in their home, sent people to guard it, and publicized it in the city, waiting for the news to spread. If the perpetrator heard the news, he would come to inquire.

Before Peng Xian heard the news, Shuiyun Sect had already found Peng Xian's residence, so Mo Ziyu personally took action to capture him, but a mysterious figure killed him halfway.

Mo Ziyu thought that this matter was not simple. Maybe someone was deliberately targeting the Mo family, so he returned to Fengxian County and removed the manpower guarding the ambush, leaving only the body hanging here alone.

When Peng Xian saw this, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He jumped into the air and flew away at full speed. In less than three hours, he arrived at a Taoist temple.

Inside the temple, two men were exchanging cups with a disciple dressed in Shuiyun Sect costumes. There was constant laughter and laughter, and each of the three men was holding a beautiful woman in his arms.

Hearing a loud shout outside, the three of them were slightly startled. One of them said, "Should I go out to see what's going on?"

The man pushed away the charming woman in his arms and was about to stand up when footsteps sounded outside. The door creaked open and Peng Xian walked in slowly with an expressionless face. The three of them looked at each other with surprise and suspicion.

"Who is the unknown senior? What do you want me to do?" All three people stood up, and a man asked.

"You are the monks of the Mo family who guard this place, right?"

"Yes, junior..." Before the man could finish his words, he saw a flash of sword light and their heads rolled down.

The woman's ear-piercing screams sounded immediately as the head rolled down. The Shuiyun Sect man's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with fear. He couldn't stop trembling and said: "Senior, please forgive me. This junior is not a child of the Mo family, but a disciple of the Shuiyun Sect." , We are strangers to each other, and the Mo family’s affairs have nothing to do with this junior.”

"Shuiyun Sect." Peng Xian sighed slightly.

Seeing that he didn't take action, the man hurriedly said: "Junior, take your leave."

After saying that, he hurried out and before he reached the house, a sword flashed and his head fell off.

"They are all from the same species." Peng Xian said, looking at the three women: "Who are you?"

"Senior, have mercy on me. I am a good family member who was persecuted by the Mo family. We all have a deep hatred for the Mo family. We had no choice but to act on the occasion." A woman replied quickly.

"Let me ask you, this is where the Mo family imprisons good girls."

"Senior Mingjian, it is exactly the same."

"Where are they imprisoned?"

"It's in the basement of this palace."

"Let's go!"

"Thank you, senior." The three women were overjoyed when they heard this, thanked them, and hurried out of the hall.

Peng Xian flipped his hand, and the Xuan Dao swelled in the wind. In an instant, the entire hall was turned into tiles. A forty-foot-long crack opened in the ground with a slash of the Xuan Dao, and a passage with bluestone steps appeared.

When Peng Xian saw this, he flashed and walked inside. He had long heard that this temple was a place where the Mo family hides filth and evil, but he had no enmity with the Mo family before. Although he despised the actions of these cultivating families, But he didn't want to provoke a strong enemy for no reason. At this moment, the two sides had already formed a grudge, so they naturally ignored it.

In the basement, dozens of ragged and unkempt women were imprisoned in dozens of dungeons. Most of them had scars on their bodies, and some had pus on their bodies and had an unpleasant odor.

Peng Xian stared at this scene for a long time, closed his eyes, and sighed slightly.

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In Yuanjing Mountain, clouds and mist were lingering, and a figure came with a sword, walked directly in front of the main hall, hurried into the inner room, and saluted the man sitting cross-legged on the futon: "Master, the person we were watching in Xianyuan was killed. All the imprisoned women ran away."

Mo Ziyu opened his eyes: "Who did it? Have you found out?"

The man said: "There were three women from Kongxuan Pavilion who were accompanying Yuan Hua and the others at that time. According to the portraits they provided, the perpetrator was Peng Xian."

Mo Ziyu's thoughts were spinning. This Peng Xian was only in the middle stage of foundation building, but he dared to provoke him again and again. With the man in black robe, he concluded that there must be someone behind him, but he couldn't figure out who he wanted to deal with. In the Mo family, characters appeared and then eliminated in his mind.

After thinking about it for a while and still having no idea, he said: "Recall all the disciples outside and return to the mansion to discuss this matter."

"By the way, uncle, in addition to our people in the temple, disciples from the Shuiyun Sect Intelligence Station were also killed at the same time." The man said.

"Oh?" Mo Ziyu smiled slightly after hearing this: "Tell Shuiyun Sect about this immediately and ask them to send out manpower to capture Peng Xian."

"Yes." The man took the order and left.

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In a remote mountain forest in the northwest of the Wu Kingdom, a ray of light shot out, revealing the figure of a middle-aged man with a broad forehead and broad face. It was He Yuan, a disciple of the Youmei Sect.

As soon as he escaped from the light, the wooden door of the room opened wide. Peng Xian walked out slowly and saluted: "I can't repay the kindness of your organization for saving people many times. From now on, I am willing to hold the whip and climb down to do the hard work of dogs and horses. I wish you congratulations." Brother, regardless of the past, I forgive you for your previous obsession and stupidity."

He Yuan smiled and said: "Brother Peng, there is no need to belittle yourself. We have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time."

The two entered the room, talked for a long time, and finally disappeared into light together.

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Time flies, and several years pass by in the blink of an eye. Qian Yizong, on top of the towering mountain peaks, suddenly, the wind and clouds change color, the sky and the earth become dark, and a huge handprint in mid-air covers the sky and the sun, almost covering the entire mountain peak. .

The handprint disappeared as soon as it appeared, and the sky became clear again.

Tang Ning sat cross-legged in the cave and slowly retracted her arms with a slight joy on her face. She had finally mastered the Five Elements Mysterious Spirit Hand. He had spent more than ten years in vain. It was indeed very powerful.

This magical power was a technique he chose in the Zongmen Hidden Gong Pavilion when he first achieved the Golden Elixir. After years of practice, he finally succeeded. It was not easy.

Before he could rejoice for a while, the stone door creaked and a girl in white clothes like snow, carrying a long sword on her back and a hosta on her back, strode forward with her head held high and stretched out her hand: "Xiao Ningzi, give me something to eat. "

When Tangning saw her, she couldn't help but feel a little headache. This debt collector was here again.

Xiaozhan had been promoted to the Golden Core Realm three years ago. Unlike others, there was no movement when she reached the Golden Core Realm, and there was no sign of even causing fluctuations in the spiritual energy of the world.

It was as if he just had a nap, just like eating and drinking.

After she was promoted to Jindan, the figure that had been sitting cross-legged in Xuanteng disappeared. It is not known whether the two merged into one, or whether the figure disappeared naturally.

Since she was promoted to the Golden Elixir Realm, she has needed a Huang Yuandan every day for the past few years.

Tang Ning's annual salary is only 600,000 spirit stones at most, and a bottle of Huang Yuandan costs 60,000 spirit stones. His own salary is not enough to practice elixirs.

Not to mention the expense of Xiao Zhan and Xiao White Snake elixirs, as well as the occasional expenses incurred by Gu Yuanya, Tang Ning was now the leader of the two.

In the final analysis, I am short of words.

He had no choice but to live frugally and live frugally. In recent years, he rarely practiced Qi cultivation, so there was little progress in his cultivation. The spiritual power in his body had hardly changed. He spent most of his time practicing Kung Fu, refining elixirs, and catalyzing Immortal Pearl. mussel.

Fortunately, he can make alchemy and can increase his income by two to three hundred thousand spiritual stones every year. Otherwise, I really don’t know what to do.